AN: Welcome to You Turned My World Upside Down (aka: Y.T.M.W.U.D)!
Description: Sydney is your average bookworm that fades into the background, but when someone takes advantage of her, she's never the same again. Wanting nothing to do with the father, and vice versa. Only thing is the father has no idea...yet. OC/Paul
Couple: OC/Paul (OC = Original Character)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own The Twilight Saga or any of their characters! I only own Sydney and her family~!
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I stared at the little, faded, pink plus sign that might as well be a blazing, flashing, neon symbol that screams "Look at me!", in utter horror.
There's no freaking way. I can't be pregnant, not now. I'm only seventeen for Christs' sake!
So yeah, I'd slipped up and did it with a complete douche bag, without a condom, but that wasn't my fault. He wouldn't stop. I told him to, but he wouldn't listen. He took advantage of me and now I was...
"Dammit," I breathed. I was still in school, this was the worst time ever to go and get knocked up. I had a plan set for my my life. How can I get through high school with a baby? Let alone collage with a toddler.
I ran a frustrated hand through my mass of wavy curls and sighed. I'd have to tell my mom, there's no way I can pass through lying about just getting fat. I couldn't gain a pound even if I wanted to.
What would she think? What would the kids at school think? I was never the girl you'd think would be pregnant this early, I was just the normal nerd who faded into the background. I play flute in the band, I make all A's, I'm a total Teacher's Pet. I didn't date, I didn't have many guy friends, I was awkward and I had no idea how I got this far with a guy so fast.
I jumped at a hollow knock at the door.
"Squid! Come on! I gotta piss!" Clay whined from the other side of the door.
Clay's real name was Clayton, but everyone prefers Clay. He's the annoying little brother of my existence. He's two years younger than me, looks exactly like a guy version of me, and is a total twerp.
On days where he doesn't make me want to punch him through a wall, he's Clay. 'Twerp' has been my nickname for him ever since I was nine.
Oh, Squid — his version of Twerp — has been the nickname I received around age eleven when I stopped being his best-est friend and turned into a sister. My real name's Sydney.
Clay didn't do as great in school as I did, but he kept up a decent enough grade to play his precious soccer. Mom says it's good that I have school and he has soccer.
"Hobbies make the personalty shine through," she had said.
Since when is school a hobby? It's a law.
My mother, Michelle, was the most chimerical mother-figure ever. She used to watch me do my homework, helped me with anything I needed, taught me how to cook, clean, and other unruly house-wife things. She pushed me to join the band, and encouraged me to keep up my grades throughout my school career. She couldn't exactly help Clay with his soccer, but she took him to every game, every practice, and every pizza party after wards.
My dad wasn't really in the picture, so to speak. He got married to a woman from the Makah Rez. back when I was four and Clay was two. We used to go to their house every other weekend, but after I turned twelve, I put a stop to that. Clay still goes once every month. Dad's still his hero even after everything he did. He was the one who introduced him to soccer.
"Squidney! Don't ignore me. If you don't open the door I'll unlock it myself!"
"Shut up," I called back. I frantically searched for the box and shoved the horrid test back in, and just so Clay won't go through the garbage, see the test, freak out and tell mom, I hid the box inside my hoodie. I happened to wear to the bathroom for just that reason. Always think of everything when you have a little brother.
I unlocked the door and walked out. Clay was glaring at me the whole time, but he ran into the bathroom none the less. I rolled my eyes and walked across the hallway and into the bedroom that my mother has so graciously let me redecorate when I hit sixteen. The straight A's helped a little, too.
Obviously, being the a room for someone like me, it had shelves against the north wall for my extensive amount of books. It had a descent sized T.V. on the same wall. I consider it my 'entertainment center'. The laptop I had gotten from my dear father a year ago for my late birthday present sat on my bed.
Said bed had a black velvet comforter and a bright crimson satin bedding under that. The pillows consisted of the same fabrics and colors. The railing was black iron, with intricate rose petals for decoration. The walls were a neutral shade of tan, and black, floor length curtains covered the windows that had the most amazing view you can get in La Push, Washington — a small Indian reservation that harbors the even smaller town of Forks. It rains in this area more than any other place in the United States, a constant cover of omnipresent clouds.
I grabbed a pair of sissors from my desk drawer beside my bed and took out the narrow box that had offically ruined my life. I shook the test out and hid it in back in the drawer. I'd depose of that later, but for now, I had to worry about the box. If my mom happened to be going through my room, and happened to see the trash can that contained this, she'd be so upset.
The box was easy enough to cut up into small, unrecognizable pieces. Only took a minute, for the cardboard was on my side. I scooped up the fragments and poured them into the wastebasket.
Shedding the sweater, I walked over to my mirror on top of my dresser. I lifted the ratty T-shirt and stared incredulously at my flat stomach.
I'm pregnant. Ran through my mind again and again, but no amount of thinking and and looking would convince me just yet. There was just no way...
No. There was a way. And clearly they way to getting a baby was through sex, which I was forced into having. It made perfect sense, and it happened to me.
I let my shirt drop and I walked over to the desk. My hands shook as I took out the test and stared at it. The pink plus sign still hovered in a mocking curse.
"Hey, Syd, can I borrow your laptop — wait, what's that? Is that a — no way! You're — Crap! I'm so telling Mom!"
Shit! Of all times to forget to lock the door!
AN: CLIFFHANGER!
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